Friday, November 16, 2007

Hey! Did you notice that it is past the middle of the month and I still haven't reviewed my resolutions from October? Yeah. Exactly. Would that have anything to do with the fact that I DIDN'T DO CRAP.

1. Read 12 novels.Not a thing. Suck.

2. Find a new job or go back to school. Or, ideally, find a new job AND go back to school.Kicking ass in my class. Not suck.

3. Go to the gym with increased frequency. Gym: Maybe I went seven times in October. Better than September. Still sucky.Skating: Eight skates in October. Which I fear will be dropping, dramatically, in the near future. Soccer: I played 5 games in October. It was fun. Hockey: Between games and practices, I had five skates last month. I'm not loving hockey like I have in the past. I wonder if I'll keep it up.

4. Not make a weight-related resolution.I felt awfully good about my body in October. Now November is another story, but in October I was pretty darn good.

5. Knit more. I didn't even look at my knitting needles. Suck.

6. Stop the incessant purchasing.One little shopping trip to Macy's. And a very expensive skating dress. Could have been worse. Could've been like November is turning out to be.

7. Visit with my grandparents more.I saw Grandma and Grandpa a few times. For my birthday, my birthday party and Emma's birthday party. But no nice, special little visits. And that is rude.

8. Cut back on the coffee/hazelnut cappuccino mix that I feast on allfrickingdaylong at work. It’s as bad as sipping on a soda all day.I had a few cups, maybe. And every time I did, I was doubled over in pain. Nice.

9. Become a sweet-ass juggler.No. Of course, no. Obviously, no. Barf. And also puke.

(CAN YOU SEE WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO DOCUMENT THIS PATHETICFEST?!)

10. Allow myself to trust Colin.October was - by far - our best month ever. He's letting himself become a part of my life. And I'm letting him. He's not just a boyfriend. He is a part of my circle of friends. I'm opening myself up. He's putting his job on the back burner when it is appropriate.

Hi. I'm A.

Born, raised, educated in the Midwest, I am such a Midwesterner. So Midwestern, if you will.

I am: a blogger of 8+ years, forever searching for my next athletic challenge, hopelessly overscheduled and always, always eating.

I started So Midwestern right after I graduated from college, hoping to chronicle my transition to adulthood. Graduate school, four half marathons, two new nephews, three apartments, a trip to Africa, a sprinkle of heartbreak, dozens of unfinished knitting projects, four turns as a bridesmaid, 8,913 job applications and two full-time positions later: I’m fairly convinced that the day when I feel like a legitimate, full-fledged grownup will never come. So I’ll just keep on blogging.

I write about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing. Toss my ramblings with a few pictures, a touch of swearing and an endless appreciation for the beauty that is David Beckham and you have So Midwestern. Welcome.